Chapter 251： Soul Return (7)

251 Soul Return (7)

"Mother ..." Zongzheng winced with a small mouth, crying poorly at the woman on the soft couch, Zongzheng frowned slightly without worry, raised the dish and put it in front of his son.

"Thank you, Emperor!" Zong Zhengying laughed immediately and nodded in praise: "It's delicious!" He ate only two sips, glanced at his father, and looked at another dish in front of his father carefully. "Father Emperor, me, I want to eat that ..."

Zongzheng's worry-free complexion was slightly sinking, his eyes were a little cold, and Nianer was busy pulling down the sleeves of Zongzheng Win under the table, reminding him not to make a fool. Zong Zhengying's eyes narrowed, biting his lips, his innocent expression made people feel unreasonable.

"Come on your own." Zong Zheng said in a worry-free tone.

If Zong Zheng won the imperial edict, his eyes were brighter, and he was happier than just his father handing the whole dish to him. He jumped off the chair, carried the bowl around the wide table, and came to his father. Put the vegetables in the bowl, but don't eat, just slowly pick the white rice in your mouth.

Looking at this scene Man Man, his heart seemed to be pressed on a mass of weight, and the pain was tight. She won't like the dishes at all. He likes all the dishes in front of himself, and he just wants to be closer to his father. A child who has lost his mother wants to get the attention and love of his father, but in this way.

He stood next to his father like that, his head was flush with the dining table, and he ate a bite of white rice. He ate deliciously, his mouth was slightly tilted, and he looked in a good mood. Occasionally he took a peek at his father's eyes.

"Come." Zong Zheng glanced at him worrylessly, and suddenly called out.

Zong Zheng won for a moment, stopped the chopsticks, turned his head to see his father, his expression was a little nervous and helpless. Did he do something wrong?

Zongzheng didn't look at him, and only told Xiaoxiangzi who entered the room, "Carry a chair over."

The palace man quickly responded, moved the chair to the emperor, and helped the prince to sit up before retreating.

Zong Zheng won with a smile and suddenly felt that his father was actually not so scary. He put down the chopsticks, reached for his father's sleeve, raised his face, and screamed as sweetly as he used to call his mother: "Father Emperor--"

The soft and glutinous young voice sounded as if the apex of his heart was pinched gently in his ears. Zongzheng's fingertips trembled, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and his son stared at him.

"Mother always worried that the father would not like me, father, would you like to win?" Zong Zhengying leaned over, tilted his head, raised a beautiful little face, a pair of phoenix eyes overflowing, glittering .

Zong Zheng was anxious for a moment, and he was not used to being so close to him other than her, even if the little man was his son. He glanced at his son and dragged his little hand on the sleeve, raised the corner of his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Don't talk, don't sleep, did your teacher teach you?"

Zong Zheng winced his hands, his eyes darkened, his head down, his posture straight, his lips pursed, and his voice slowly replied: "The son knows the wrong."

Listening to his son's grievances, Zong Zheng frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Manyu sat in her own position, worried about the way the husband and his children got along.

For dinner, Zong Zheng was worried and sent him back to the womb. At this time, Xiao Xiangzi went into the house and reported: "The emperor, Mrs. Ming ’s wife kneeled at the palace door and asked to see the emperor." The emperor reported it, looking at the prince in anxiety.

Zong Zheng wins his gut instinctively, Zong Zheng frowns worrieslessly, pauses for a moment and says, "What is it?"

"Mrs. Ming said ... Ming Mingfu has never returned to her house, asking ... begging His Royal Highness to let him go." Xiao Xiangzi hesitated to reply, carefully watching the emperor's face.

Zong Zheng's worry-free look sank, his eyes were sharp, and he turned to stare at Zong Zhengying's eyes, "Did you kill Taifu?"

Zong Zheng won his body and shook. He had never seen such a deep and sharp look on his father, and he recoiled reflexively, stuttering, "No ... no ... this time not me!"

"Isn't you this time?" Zongzheng Wuyou's eyes narrowed, his expression darkened, and he approached his son slowly, his voice became more gloomy. "So, you used to detain Taifu?"

"I, I ..." Zong Zheng winced his neck and ducked his eyes, "Since the mother was angry and ill ... I haven't done it since ..."

Not to mention, for that matter, Zongzheng Wuwu only felt a melancholy anger straight into his head. He opened his eyes narrowly, his face was instantly dark, and a strong evil spirit was emitted from his body. He strode forward, grabbing his son's placket and holding him up, his voice was dumb with anger, "It's you! You're so angry with your mother that you can't wait for me Come back to see the last one, isn't it? You son of a wicked boy, who wants your mother to die to protect you, but you are so stubborn and unbearable, what are you doing to keep you? "

He clasped his son's shirt tightly with his five fingers, and his hands were full of blue muscles. At this moment, Zongzheng's worries were annihilated by anger and grief. He could not see his son's struggle and his face turned purple.

"Father ... Father Emperor ..." Zong Zhengying was hung in the air, and his immature neck was pinched by the neckline of his neck. He couldn't get upset. The suffocation filled his heart with fear. He opened his mouth wide, and his legs were kicking wildly in the air. With.

"Emperor!" Xiao Xiangzi froze, his eyes widened and he even forgot to kneel.

"Father Emperor!" Nian Er knelt down in haste, a small face scared pale, could not help crying, begging: "Brother, he knows wrong! Father Emperor, please let your brother go, Father Emperor ..."

Zongzheng seemed to have heard nothing, staring at his son's fearful eyes without moving.

He looked at his son's small body in pain and struggled in his hands, panicked, and ran over in a panic, trying to pull his hands away, but forgot that he was just an invisible solitary soul, and he didn't stop it at all. Ability. She rushed over, grabbed an empty space, sank to the bottom of the valley, a pair of transparent fingers waved weakly in the air, couldn't help crying, "No worries, let go of the winner! Don't hurt him, he is ours Child, it ’s my heart! Do n’t hurt him! Come on! Come on ... ”she yelled, hoping someone would come in to stop the man who lost his mind, but no matter how loud she was, no one could hear her Pray. "Who's here to save my child ?! I don't want their father and son to be separated, I just want them to live well and live well ... Isn't this OK?"

Unable to hold his hand, she helped his body slip and fell to the ground, feeling that her soul seemed to be torn apart, unbearable. She hated this sense of powerlessness! Can anyone help her back?

"Oh!" A distant sigh came over from a distance. "Why are you doing this? When you leave, you should leave. You risk your soul flying away, so you stay with him so persistently, What good is it? It only hurts itself and hurts others! "

The man's soul was shocked, and he turned around and looked around, and saw a kind-looking middle-aged man appearing in front of the window, shaking his head and sighing at her. A kind woman soon appeared beside the man. The woman's face could not be seen clearly, but she felt a little familiar. The woman sighed, seemingly helpless and pitying.

She didn't think much about it, no matter who they were, but just intuition that they were able to help her, she immediately got up from the ground, came to them in three steps and two steps, knelt down reverently, and worshiped to the end, " Please, save my husband and son! "

For two generations, she never prayed so humblely. And this time, her irretrievable death and the incomparable sense of powerlessness these days made her deeply understand that some things can't be changed by her own power.

The middle-aged man's gaze looked at the woman. The woman looked at the cold-hearted Zongzheng in front of her, and her kind eyes glanced over countless complex emotions. She walked over and raised her hand to touch Zongzheng's worry-free. The face is the same as the man, with transparent fingers penetrating the skin, but unable to touch. Her eyes were bleak and sad, and she rolled her eyes and stretched out her hand, as if treating her childish tone, and said softly, "Come here, give me your hand."

The man walked away and put his hand in the woman's hand. The powerless fingers suddenly felt power. She looked up in surprise, and the woman said, "Close your eyes and tell him what you want with your thoughts. Remember, you can only say one word."

Man nodded, quickly converged, closed his eyes.

Zongzheng suddenly felt anxious in his heart, and there seemed to be a voice from his heart: "No worry, don't hurt the winner!"

He squeezed the hand of his son's collar, his head trembled, his mind turned clear, and he let go, and asked himself, what was he doing?

Watching the young son fall to the ground, coughing loudly with a small face, he lowered his head, stared at his hands, his heart was shocked, and he took two steps back. He almost killed himself and Aman's child with his own hands, and even lived up to Aman's hospice!

"Brother." Nianer called out nervously, but in the past Fu Zongzheng won, but he was pushed away. Zong Zhengying gradually stopped coughing, stood up, touched the tears on his face, and stubbornly stared up at his father. His eyes looked like his mother. Zong Zheng watched his pupils shrink, his hands froze. 2k novel reading network